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I won't pretend that I intend to stop living

Who: erryone in Pride
What: recovering from the events of December 7
When: late December 7/early December 8 - ???
Where: Pride HQ and wherever else they're allowed to go
Warnings: ~~Carnies?~~ references to I Will Twist the Knife

So maybe you've just gotten back from the most mellow kidnapping ever and you're itching to tell your bandmates about what went on with the cool helmeted guys while everyone else was at that stuffy party. Unfortunately, you'll have to wait a little while to tell them, but that's okay - surely you can keep yourselves occupied until everyone else returns.

Or maybe you're one of those who wound up at that party of Naomi's, and your night was a little less fun. Now you're back at HQ, possibly with mended physical injuries and almost certainly with a few new psychological scars. Now's your chance to check in on your friends and bandmates who missed out on all the trauma and deal with things as best you can.

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[Unfortunately for him, Terry had a lot of injuries of the "liveable with" sort - healed up or no, he's in a pretty bad way and he looks like shit. Aside from a bruised face and a split lip, most of the damage is hidden under his clothes at least, though the way moving about seems to take a lot of effort is significantly more difficult to hide. That's not gonna stop him from trying though.]

CI Penthouse;
[Injuries be damned, he wants to spend some time with his bandmates. He changes into a hoodie and some pyjama pants and throws his trashed suit in the trash and puts on some tea and coffee so that they all can relax a little with a hot beverage of their choosing.]

[It's a lot of work in his state, and Terry's a little flushed from the effort once he gets to the table, but he sits down and starts sending out texts to find out where the others are. And more general texts to everyone he knows to find out if they're in any state approaching "okay".]

One of the HQ cafes?;
[Given he's all amped up on that "I've had a horrifically traumatizing night" energy, Terry is finding it impossible to sleep. Every time he tries, he can only think about what a fucked up night this has been, and how not everyone's replying to his messages - it's understandable, and he's not gonna go chasing everyone up just yet, but it still makes him worry a lot - and he ends up leaving for want of something to take his mind off everything.]

[It's how he ends up in a cafe with a notebook he's not using, nursing a (decaf) coffee and picking at some kind of pastry, in kind of a waking sleep as he watches people go about their business. It's quiet in the building, which is normally something he likes but... not so much right now.]

Wildcard;
[HMU yo]

Edited 2015-12-16 01:28 (UTC)

A - CoT penthouse

[Art is quiet, when he's taking out from the little 'emergency' room and laid on a bed. There's a ring of bruised skin around his neck, but fortunately internal damage doesn't have to be a worry now. It's all skin injury. And he's still wet. He doesn't talk when he wakes up, however. Unnaturally for the percussionist, he doesn't say a word.]

[It's only when they're suddenly teleported back into the suite does he give a jolt, looking wide eyed as he curls up against the corner of the bed.]

What the fuck.

[He missed out on the "weird shit" part of the night, everyone.]

B - Downstairs hookah lounge

[That morning, Artolo has a very important announcement to the rest of his penthouse.]

I am going to get FUCKED, thank you and good goddamn night!

[And he bolts before any of them can stop him.]

[Fortunately, it's not like he can go far. Really, Artolo is just going to one of the downstairs hookah lounges where he can curl up with one and a decent amount of alcohol. No fancy gothic bullshit today- he's just wearing a plain black tee and jeans because fucking hell no. Not today. Not after getting murdered.]

[He's found his own little corner to wallow in, and for once there's not a cocky grin on his face. He just seems abject miserable and pissed.]

[But he won't turn away company.]

[She'd been brought in for questioning.

Given how she had been among those who hadn't shown up, she anticipated it - she didn't need her weird vision to know that, though of course she saw it. However, her weird vision also warned her. She saw what would happen if she slipped up with her perception of what happened. Vaguely. Just enough to know, she did not want to know more.

So, she was polite, firm, careful, and most importantly consistent when the questions were showered on her. Yes, she was late, and she gave the info on who to call to back her up on why. No, she didn't know who had kidnapped her or the others. No, the individuals had covered their faces and disguised their voices. No, they didn't seem familiar to her. No, really, nothing untold of that she could think of happened, save that her cell phone batteries had died and her kidnappers simply refused to let them go. And yes, she'd barely had anything to drink, save a sip or two of beer, much less to eat. In fact, she fully admitted she was hungry and her captors had refused to provide anything substantial.

She was given a bag of chips to tide her over while Lesedi's people kept at their questions. She wouldn't give them anymore - namely because she made it seem like there wasn't much more to give. And really, there wasn't, if you didn't count Ivan. Or her realization that she could, indeed, see the future.

They didn't need to know that. And they ultimately didn't seem interested in questioning her more, so they let her go back on her merry way. For now. With a simple warning of course:

Stay away from Virgo artists. Completely.

It was when she was in the elevator that she let her guard down, shutting her eyes tight and bringing her hand to her mouth, letting out a shaky, sobbing breath. Oh god. The visions.

What the hell happened at the party!?

She had to make sure everyone is ok. She just had to. And afterwards, she's in the Cosmic Indulgence penthouse, or barring that, the bar. In either place, she has three items in front of her: a small plate of food, a drink of some sort, and paper with notes scribbled on them.

It was, for the moment, all she could do to not just scream at everything.]

Edited 2015-12-16 03:57 (UTC)

Oh my god.

Terry. Finally, someone is answering!

[Yuffie basically went to track him down the moment she got free enough to figure out where anyone was. She looks pretty wrecked, in an oversized sweater which was probably actually bought for Xanxus. She clearly isn't paying any attention to things like 'locks' and 'reasonable behavior' and looks about as small as she actually is which is rare. She's not moving the best, clearly favoring one side, and when she shows up it takes her very little time to find him.

Her hands are jammed in her pockets and she wanders up behind him like she hasn't just broken into the CI penthouse.]

You are terrible at following directions.

[Like she wasn't near murdered as well.]

[These all come as individual messages. The total lack of punctuation or capitals probably says a lot for how panicked he is.]

garnet thank god

where are you

is nariko with you

are you guys okay

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[ Yuffie's going to be surprisingly easy to find for the most part. She looks for all the world like she's behaving. She keeps lounging around the Carnies suite in clothes she's stolen from other members of the band, or in the bars with food in front of her. She's quiet, and watching things, a little like a particularly irritated large cat. It makes her somewhat harder to approach than usual, though she does seem to perk up the moment spoken to, like a light switch flipped on. She's thinking and planning, and if asked, it's all about the new album.

It's a very good cover. ]

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[ Though, if you are a friend of hers, she's likely showed up to bother you, more prone to appearing out of nowhere than before, and even more of a frequent stalker than usual. She's clearly got things on her mind but she is putting her friends first as best she can, checking on them at various hours throughout the day. ]

3

[ About the only time it's clear exactly what she's feeling is when she's in the gym. She's wearing herself out. That much is clear. She's trying to be protective of her former injuries, and she's trying to be careful, but there's an edge of actual anger and violence to her working. For once, she can actually be found at the punching bags, hands wrapped like she knows what she's doing, and periodically she'll stop, check something on a laptop, and fix her footing or the placement of her hands.

It's comforting, and it makes her calmer, but it's like something she knows better than breathing, without her body being able to really keep up. It's irritating, and it makes her work harder. The little parts of what she's seen make her think that this is something she's going to have to be good at...and she's never going to be anything less than the best. ]

[Whether it's through lacking the energy or a total lack of surprise, Terry doesn't so much as flinch at Yuffie behind him. He turns slowly instead to face her, eyebrow raised and voice a little hoarse.]

I could say the same to you.

[She stands there for a moment, with her face screwed up like she is trying very very hard to be angry at him and is failing absolutely miserably. She rolls her eyes dramatically and shifts again, before stepping up closer, pointing a finger in his face.]

I'm gonna be nice, but only cause you look like someone kicked the crap outta ya.

[That is pretty much all the warning he gets before he's getting hugged. She's actually pretty careful, probably partly because she is not feeling fantastic either, but she's trying very hard not to injure either of them in the process.]

Oh my god. That sucked. So hard.

[Congrats, Terry. You're one of the few people getting to see her as upset about this as she actually is.]

We're here now, at HQ. Nariko's with me. We're both all right.

I don't know how long I have to talk to you. I'm being escorted.

im glad you're both okay

we can talk properly when you get home

So am I.

I'll see y6urigegdfm

[That's about the time the cell phone is yoinked from her.]

Edited 2015-12-16 04:06 (UTC)

[Its a few hours later, before the penthouse door is practically kicked down by a very worried Garnet.]

Koumei!? Terry?! Rich!!

[Two someones actually, but that's neither here nor there. What matters is that he doesn't hesitate to hug her back, it's not as tight as he'd like given their current states, but seeing as Terry's hardly a huggy person to begin with, it probably says a lot.]

[He sighs softly into the top of Yuffie's head, immensely relieved to see her.]

Guess now we know why everyone was acting so strangely.

[Tsubomi Kido is a goddamn mess. She was certain she was going to die, she was certain she was never going to wake up when she fell asleep with Celty, but here she was. Walking around. Not bleeding. Barely scarred from a wound that should have been goddamn fatal. Was she a goddamn cat? How many lives did she have?

Of course, she never lets her band see exactly how messed up she is. She ignores the nightmares, the yellow eyes, the jolting upright in the middle of the night when she's left alone. She's sore and weak and...

She's up in the mornings, trying to at least cook breakfast, though there's bags under her eyes. She's trying to grin at her bandmates and laugh it off. She's fine. Game night or movie night, she and Pinkie tossed the ideas up in the air. That'd be fun right.

She's totally okay.

She's totally okay except for the fact she keeps winding up in bars and coming back really late and not okay.

She's good at keeping to herself, but she's generally still in the middle of things enough that someone might notice something's off about her. She's dazed and quiet and--yeah she's not doing great.]

"JESUS - "

Unfortunately, no matter how well-intended Yuffie's actions, Jamie isn't doing so well with people appearing out of nowhere. His startle reflex, once Yuffie pops up in his immediate vicinity, is almost hilariously counterproductive: he just sort of flattens himself against the wall and freezes, staring like a deer in headlights. Yes, hold still and offer a potential attacker unobstructed access to your vital organs, that'll show 'em.

I really hate getting stabbed.

[That is practically muffled in Terry's sweatshirt, and then Yuffie turns her head so it's actually reasonable to understand her.]

If I didn't have the scar to prove it, I'd think I made it all up.

[Yuffie actually pulls back enough to look at him, standing up again with something of a wince. As much as she isn't feeling as bad as she should, she still feels terrible. She does keep a pretty tight grip on the sleeve of his sweatshirt, and she doesn't plan on letting go any time particularly soon. ]

Something messed them up, Ter, I don't think they meant it.

"Hi, Jamie."

Yuffie gives him a moment to realize exactly who he's being visited by. He's not the fist person to jump out of his skin entirely upon seeing her. She's got her hands jammed in the pockets of her sweats, and she looks ridiculously unthreatening compared to usual but that doesn't particularly mean much when you're on edge. Her hair's even brushed down instead of spiked off the top of her head.

".....You're moving pretty well." She says with a smile, choosing to make a joke out of it instead of teasing too severely. She's trying to be nice.

Once it sinks through the panic clouding his brain that he's not in imminent danger of being shanked, Jamie blinks rapidly a few times and slowly relaxes. It's a very gradual thing, like all his joints are encased in melting ice.

"Y-yeah," he manages, relieved that his voice isn't shaking quite as badly as he thought it would. He finally brings one hand up to scrub at his face. "You're - um. How are you doing?"

[Tiger isn't okay.

He hasn't been for a while, but this night has sealed it. After getting back to HQ he is more or less wandering around in a fugue, and to Garnet's vision, the future holds so many terrible possibilities. Possibilities of him getting hurt or hurting himself. Possibilities of him failing to recover from this. Possibilities of him being punished by Pride once again for running away, or persecuted for the pink gem that has somehow formed on his belly.

He's wandering the common areas, listless and afraid. He doesn't want to go back to his room, or that penthouse. He wants to be free, he wants to be with his dad again, but he can't. It isn't fair, and pain of it all is starting to tear him apart.

Where is the mouthy little hellion of a few months ago? Tiger doesn't remember, and as this struggle goes on, the more it feels like he's no one at all.]

Edited 2015-12-16 05:04 (UTC)

She lifts one side of her shirt high enough to show off the angry white line along her ribs. It's shut, and looks significantly further along than it should be, but she is still careful with it, and it still hurts to go anywhere near.

"Doin' much better than I thought I was gonna be." She says with a grin, dropping the cloth and leaning against the wall he's using to stay up.

"How about you?" She sounds a bit more serious when she asks, actually looking him over like she's checking to make sure he's alright. So he scared the everloving shit out of her at the party. What of it? It's not every day someone nearly dies on you.

[Garnet is sitting at the bar, just tapping her pencil, when she catches - in the corner of her eye - a little kid. Strange. Little kids shouldn't be in this place. The minimum age for the bar is--

Wait. Wait.

That can't be right.

The woman blinks, then rubs her eyes, then her head. Her eyes don't believe it, but apparently, the horrifying things she sees in her head seem to solidify it. This is Tiger. That little...yet there's no sign of it in him. In the future, or now. In fact, he looks lost.

This isn't good. Not to mention...she slides out of her seat, folding her papers, and begins to proceeds towards the boy. Hopefuly, he won't run.]

Hey, squirt. Got a minute?

[...Sorry, its just so weird. Weren't you, like, at least a foot taller the last she talked ~~sort of. kind of. she was more venting than actually talking~~ to him?]

He looks horrified at the sight of the scar, going even paler than he was already. A wave of guilt sweeps over him and he can't meet her eyes as she leans up next to him and checks him out.

"I'm - "

He starts to answer her question, but he can't bring himself to follow through. That scar, he knows, is more or less his fault. If he hadn't gone and done something dumb and gotten himself nearly murdered, he wouldn't have needed anyone to intervene, and Yuffie wouldn't have had her side sliced open like that. Bad enough that his idiocy had gotten him hurt without dragging Yuffie into it too. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

His joints unlock enough for him to wrap his arms around himself, finally.

"I'm sorry," he says quietly.

[Koumei had said she could be in the CI penthouse. And She's been bothering Terry.

That is more permission than she usually has in most places, to be honest. So, she doesn't look at all worried about the fact that she's in CI's penthouse instead of her own, and she wanders into the kitchen to get tea like it's her own place instead of someone elses. When she notices Garnet sitting at the table, she gives something of a wave.]

Hey there, Doctor G.

[Of the members of CI, she has some of the least experience with Garnet but she still figures you should probably say hello to someone in their own house. There is a future where Yuffie drops the tea cup and near brains herself on a cupboard trying to get out of the way. There's another where there is a nest of bees in the container instead of tea. That one is not particularly likely. The one that happens is the one where Yuffie gets the tea out of the microwave and sits down at the table opposite her.]

What'cha workin' on?

[You know who also ends up in bars far too often and far too late?

Genos.

So whenever they end up in the same bar, he slides next to her and orders his own drink.]

Holding up?

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I won't pretend that I intend to stop living

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